Bab 685: Arrow of Nature

The monochrome was gone, and the sky was still pitch dark. The demons that were seen by the eyes of the Prince of Demons were all grasped by the utmost insanity. They howled like the most ferocious beasts.

The crimson land continued to collapse, and the springing blood was bent into flowing underground rivers. The tentacles from the darkness that brought decadence and corruption were back to life, stretching at Lucien, Malfurion and the altar from all directions.

The gigantic hand with dark scales and disgusting furs snatched at the blurred figurine of Ferragond under the cover of the corrosive, wriggling liquids.

Everything had been recovered from the frozen state created by 'Advanced Time Stop'.

"Space Staff!"

Right when the gigantic hand of the Prince of Demons was about to reach the figurine, Lucien cast a spell with an unpredictable voice. Ripples of light gathered into a dreamy staff.